{"id":19651,"date":"2024-04-26T13:15:41","date_gmt":"2024-04-26T18:15:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=19651"},"modified":"2024-04-26T13:15:44","modified_gmt":"2024-04-26T18:15:44","slug":"a-play-about-a-funeral-service","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2024\/04\/26\/a-play-about-a-funeral-service\/","title":{"rendered":"a play about a funeral service"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
preliminary: <\/strong>People look at funeral services as a vehicle for bitterness and mourning, and it\u2019s true, they are. They can be. But I\u2019ve seen, funerals become a vehicle for celebration, getting to know this person in your life and see what everyone else saw. I think this was meant to be a study of that, but I never got far with it.<\/pre>\n
This is a funeral for a teenage Boy, Nicholas Todd. Everyone tries their best to speak on him, but everyone has their own perceptions. This story is only in its exposition phase, so it may be a bit boring.<\/p>\n
CAST OF CHARACTERS
<\/strong><\/p>\n
 MR. TODD: <\/strong>Nicholas\u2019s father, just about 53 years of age. He\u2019s known to be very quiet and thoughtful, always something but tonight, he is falling short.<\/p>\n
MRS. TODD <\/strong>(not appearing): Nicholas\u2019s mother. Candid, sweet. A couple years younger than her husband, but still loves her kid all the same.<\/p>\n
DEVIN <\/strong>(not appearing): Nicholas\u2019s best friend. Last speaker of the day.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
(at rise) An array of chairs sits in front a single podium as a casket lays diagonally to the audience. Everything is sort of drab as the decorations are simple and hastily put together. Everyone is dressed in black.<\/p>\n
(lights up) A preacher steps up to the podium, says a few words, people wipe their eyes, and Nicholas\u2019s father walks up to the podium.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
 MR. TODD<\/strong><\/p>\n
I\u2019m not good with words. I\u2019m sure my son could\u2019ve told you that. I\u2019m pretty sure he did. But I\u2019ll try my best today.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been trying to come up with a story to tell, because that last thing I\u2019d want to do is embarrass my son at his own funeral\u2014But whenever I tried to come up with a story to tell, my mind just came back to this one. And if here I am, telling you all now, obviously, that means I didn\u2019t kept my word.<\/p>\n
The crowd laughs.<\/em><\/p>\n
 MR. TODD<\/strong><\/p>\n
When my son was a boy, about five or six, he was obsessed with the show on TV: Daniel Tiger\u2019s Neighborhood. It had just come out the year before\u2014we bought it on DVD, and everytime we put it on, he was ecstatic<\/em>. It was his favorite show. I never saw the promise in it, but what the hell did I know, I was a man almost in my forties with a five-year-old.<\/p>\n
Over the summer, he kept watching and watching it, and eventually just had the\u2014the whole thing down by memory. And around August of that year, we saved up to go to the Zoo, down in\u2014down in Pittsburgh. We saw all sorts of animals, zebras, monkeys, gorillas\u2014But what I\u2019m never going to forget was the tiger exhibit. What he did was he stared for about five seconds and then he stormed off. So downhearted. May tells me to follow him, so I go up to him and ask, \u201cNicky what\u2019s wrong?\u201d He shakes his head and says, \u201cDaddy, that\u2019s not what a tiger looks like.\u201d<\/p>\n
MR. TODD laughs, covering his face
with his hands<\/em>.<\/em><\/p>\n
MR. TODD<\/strong><\/p>\n
That was my boy right there. Never grew out that love of animals. Told me when he was eleven he wanted to get a frog. Bless her heart, Mae nearly fainted.<\/p>\n
MRS. TODD is audibly heard, 
laughing in the crowd.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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